Cannon fodder male supporting role is not easy to mess with

"Cough, cough—"

After an unknown amount of time, Bo Ruchu, who was immersed in his own world, was awakened by Fu Ling's cough.

"How?" Bo Ruchu said without raising his head.

Poria: @#￥%...

Exhaling a foul breath, the villain in Fu Ling's heart shed two crocodile tears for the person who offended her master.

"In addition to the butler, his nephew is also involved." Fu Ling recounted the news she followed the butler in detail.

"It seems that I was soft-hearted before..."

After muttering softly, Bo Ruchu's eyes flickered.

The masked man hiding in the dark couldn't help breathing heavily, and it was too late for him to react.

"Let me guess, your purpose~"

The gentle tone fell into the ears of the masked man, but it sounded like the voice of a hell devil, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Your attire should be the same as those assassins a few days ago. Now that your employer is dead, come to think of it, your owner can't sit still~"

"you!"

The uneasiness in the masked man's heart became stronger and stronger, and he looked at someone in disbelief.

"It seems that I guessed right." The corner of Bo Ruchu's lips traced a gentle arc: "Go back and tell your master, if you don't want to end up with no bones left, you'd better not provoke me!"

Before giving the masked man a chance to respond, Bo Ruchu had just finished speaking, and Fu Ling, who was suppressed, was thrown out of the palace by Fu Ling like a garbage dumper.

After dealing with the tail, Bo Ruchu made a comprehensive examination for Xuanyuan Nian, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, his expression eased a lot.After taking out a pill and not giving it to him, he quietly stood aside.

………………Dividing line………………

Pavilion Master Lin waved his hand and signaled the masked man kneeling on the ground to step back, before his face became gloomy.

Although he is not afraid of threats, but...

Thinking of seeing the martial arts of King Wenxuan (Bo Ruchu) with his own eyes before, Pavilion Master Lin had to think deeply.

Since he can say those words, he must be able to do it if he has the strength. If he really angered him, the consequences...

"Pavilion Master, that Prince Wenxuan's tone is too loud. The imperial court has sent troops several times but couldn't find us, just relying on him as an idle prince..."

Before the only veiled woman in the next seat finished speaking, she was interrupted by Pavilion Master Lin above: "Shut up. How strong is King Wenxuan? People don't need to care about it, but after the last assassination, the pavilion master felt that this person was hiding something deep."

Hearing this, the dissatisfied woman felt a lot better, so she was bullied: "What do you mean, Pavilion Master?"

"Since he doesn't conflict with our plan, let's put it aside for now." After a pause, Pavilion Master Lin continued: "The most urgent task at the moment is to collect the silver taels as soon as possible, otherwise, we will all die."

Hearing this, everyone's originally ignited anger was instantly extinguished.

"It's not much different from the required amount. After you go back, ask your brothers to sell everything that can be sold. The sooner the delivery is made, the sooner we can feel at ease."

"Yes!"

After answering, several people saw that the young man had no other orders, and quickly left the hall.

"Sure enough, the five-hour stick duty is still too easy. If the pavilion master hadn't found out who the traitor was, your body would have been in the belly of the wild dog instead of the city wall..."